Ye Xiaochuan and Liu Jie were cleaning a big cave and were as tired as dogs. The fairies didn't help at all. Yun Qiyou was playing the piano in front of the Eye of Return to Ruins. The others each held a coconut as big as their head and played with fine strings.
The thin hollow wooden pipe is sucking. This straw was made in the ends of the earth. On the island, there is a plant that I don’t know whether it is a flower or a tree. The branches are hollow like reeds. The beautiful fairy is holding a big coconut and looking up to drink.
It was very unsightly, so I knocked a small hole in the coconut and used this reed-like pipe to
Inhale it one mouth at a time, it's so satisfying that you don't want it anymore.
Seeing these beautiful fairies who were idle all day long, Ye Xiaochuan became angry. They were all human beings, so why was there such a big gap in treatment?
Don’t they all say that this is an era where men are superior to women? Don’t they all say that men can have three wives and four concubines all day long without having to do anything? Don’t they all say that as long as a man glares at them, those women will be as docile as little lambs?
Why is it that none of the women I know are lambs? They are all tigresses that eat people without spitting out their bones.
After resting in the cave for a few hours, everyone woke up after dark. The scenery in Guixu at night is unique, especially when the sky is full of stars. Today is the beginning of the month, and the moon is just a small crescent, and the stars in the sky are shining like stars.
Bright silver sesame seeds cover the whole night sky. The water falling from the Eye of Guixu is silver-white, which makes it even more brilliant against the backdrop of stars. At the same time, it also gives this most mysterious place in the world a mysterious atmosphere.
Put on a more mysterious silver coat,
Since Yun Qiyou came out of Minghai, she has spoken less and less. She can only talk to Ye Xiaochuan a few words in the world. It seems that she also vaguely feels Ye Xiaochuan in her heart. Fengyi hides it from herself.
What.
She has been playing the piano, and after this period of study, she has improved one level in the music and the lazy Ye Xiaochuan has also gained some benefits.
He stayed in Tianya Haijiao for more than a month. Except for the days when it was windy and rainy, he played the piano and flute with Yun Qiyou almost every day, and his musical attainments increased day by day.
To others, that lonely island overseas may be just a legendary place where young men and women swear their love, but to the two of them, it is a place in legend. Fairy Yaoqin, Old Man Huangquan
, these two musical treasures, after thousands of years, fell into the hands of Ye and Yun. Every time they performed on the island, Ye and Yun would vaguely feel the magic of the Zhenmo Guqin and Huangquan.
The artifact spirits of Biluoxiao are all sentimental about something, and they are nostalgic for something.
What.
It was as if the souls of Huang Quan and Yao Qin had not reincarnated, but were integrated into these two magic weapons.
In the dead of night, Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou played the piano and flute in harmony again.
Wanyan without tears propped her chin aside, not knowing whether to listen or watch, her eyes lingering on Ye Xiaochuan's jade flute.
As the piano and flute performed to a deep and emotional level, the water of Guixu, which originally flowed quietly downward, seemed to be wrapped up by a mysterious force and turned into two water dragons, trying to rush towards the Nine-Heaven Galaxy. This made Wan Yan's expression tearless.
Weird, he seemed to be gnashing his teeth.
The three major artifacts of the Holy Religion, the Hunyuan Cauldron, the Holy Fire Order, and the Huangquan Biluo Xiao, have been going through ups and downs together for two years. If at this time, Wan Yan Wu Lei had not yet suspected that the crystal clear jade flute in Ye Xiaochuan's hand might be
If it's Huang Quan and Bi Luo Xiao, then she doesn't deserve to be called Wan Yan Wu Lei.
When she was at the end of the world, Wan Yan Wu Lei once grabbed Ye Xiaochuan by the collar and questioned her suspicions.
Ye Xiaochuan flatly denied it, and also seriously criticized and educated Wan Yan Wu Lei for making unreasonable speculations without any theoretical basis.
The Yellow Spring Biluo Xiao has been missing for more than 800 years. No one in the Holy Sect has ever seen this jade flute. Therefore, Wanyan Wu Lei is almost 80% certain that Ye Xiaochuan's jade flute is a sacred instrument of the Holy Sect. However, there is no evidence at all.
I can only let this kid show off proudly in front of me.
It was a very quiet night, an insignificant night, nothing major happened in the world.
This year is the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year of Ding Chou. Thirteen years and three months have passed since the last Duantianya Doufu in the year of Jiazi.
However, no one present knew what day it was.
After experiencing the far north where the days are short and the nights are long, the underworld of eternal night, and the far south where the days are long and the nights are short, everyone has lost the concept of time.
Zuo Qiu remembers a time, the fourth day of the twelfth lunar month in the year Jiachen, exactly thirty-four years ago. That was the day her mother, Fairy Zuo Yue, passed away.
This day was nineteen days after she was born, and she would never forget it.
But she didn't know that today was her mother's death anniversary.
It has been a long journey from the far north to here. Zuo Qiu has always wanted to find an opportunity to ask about Wanyan Wulei's life experience. Now that we are here, to the north is the coast of Middle-earth. By then, everyone will go their separate ways. If we don't ask, it is estimated that in the future
There will be no chance.
They were all listening to the piano and flute ensemble played by Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou. Zuo Qiu walked up to Wanyan Wutear, who was holding her chin and gritting her teeth. It took her a lot of courage to come here. Her life experience has always been
She doesn't dare to face her inner demons but is extremely likely to know them.
"Tearless girl, can I say a few words to you?"
This was the first time in two years that Zuo Qiu took the initiative to talk to Wanyan Wu Lei.
Wan Yan Wu Lei is so smart. He saw Zuo Qiu hesitate to speak to him several times along the way, so how could he not know what she was thinking?
He stopped gnashing his teeth with Ye Xiaochuan, stood up and patted his butt, and walked far away with Zuo Qiu.
Baili Yuan stretched out her head and looked at the two people's retreating figures, and asked Yang Yishuang in a low voice: "Fairy Red Maple and the white-haired demon girl are sneaking around. I don't know what they are doing."
Yang Yishuang took a look and told Bailiyuan to mind her own business and listen to the music with peace of mind.
Standing on the top of the island, with the night breeze blowing gently, you can still hear the sound of musical instruments and flutes not far below.
Bathed in the starlight, her snow-white hair is flawless and flawless, floating in the night wind like a beating white elf.
She said softly: "Miss Zuo, what do you want from me?"
Zuo Qiu bit his lip and said for a long time: "In the Black Forest, you came alone to my Xuantian Sect disciple camp to provoke me. When the fight was in full swing, you stopped when you saw my Red Sky Divine Sword. Do you still remember?
?”
Wanyan said without tears: "It's only been two years, how could I not remember?"
Zuo Qiu continued: "You said something before you left that night: It turns out that Zuo Yue was already pregnant with a child."
Wanyan Wu Lei interrupted Zuo Qiu and continued, "I know what you want to say. You had countless opportunities to ask along the way, but you didn't ask me until here. You must be struggling and hesitating in your heart.
." Zuo Qiu said: "I just want to know who my father is, and I hope you can tell me."
